Lucky Park
The brick is red
The green grass
The picnic rabbit is
crying on my cheek
My cat and I bleed
from the ear
It’s all so colorful
You are a clown
I’m bending backwards
 
Now We Meet Over the Phone
A light breeze runs through the house
and you turn on the TV
to find out where you are.
Purple is setting over the mountains.
Don't be purple, you’re so
normally easy, though not always
loving. You remember what I say
when I say it loudly
and I am three inches tall,
sharing everything with you
until the space around us
diminishes and we have more of a reason
to say hello. It’s the perfect website.
My background image is of a fire
I drove past. It was active.
It’s still happening now.
 
Person of Interest
The town is dressed in dawn, dressed like a dog
In a blue sweater. The blue sweater barks
At the dawn and the people just wake up.
Consider how this might look on another
Species of animal. I am a deer
Separated from his mother, dressed in
Virginal pink because they have this idea
About deer. No I’m a woman, a person
And because of the moon I cannot sleep.
From another room I hear my sister call me
“My sister,” which sounds truer than my name
And stranger. I’m a stranger in this town where
The people have come to watch me answer
But I need to find my mother before I forget.